Reality
By Connor Cintron
Roses are red violets are blue
Life is complicated and so are you
It’s not always as serious as it seems
All of us are included in this dream
Consciousness is truly the way
Make an effort not to stray
O by the truth will help set you free
Irony is the word can’t you see
“Future” By Connor Cintron
The Dreaded Day
By Connor Cintron
The lights glimmered through the night sky like fireflies in a jar. No one had ever seen anything like this. The technology was foreign and unsettling to view from a distance. Nobody knew what to do or how to react. They were unprepared, and clinging to the preconceived notion of a normalcy bias. Everything collapsed. The majority of the population dwindled due to being reliant on the status quo of natural order.
It was dawn, a month into the revolution. The farm was quiet, with not a sound in sight from the night before. The man didn’t get much rest due to the feeling he had in his gut. He knew they would eventually come for him and his family. To his credit he was right. After a sip of his black coffee, he took out his binoculars and spotted the futuristic vehicles approaching miles away. He rushed to wake his wife, his son, and daughter. They ran downstairs and went outside behind the house. Lifting up the concrete below the pool pump up was a hatch into the bunker ten feet below the home. It was something that was always in the back of his mind in case there was a dire situation. As they climbed in, he closed the hatch carefully locking it twice. The man comforted his family while in the small space below the farm. The children were rightfully scared because of the stories he told them. He was no liar, he always told them how it was and what was going on.
“Pappa, how long are we going to have to be down here for? ”
“Son, we will all be killed if they find a trace of us here.”
The wife comforted the young boy and said, “your pappa spent a long time putting this together we are going to be just fine now, just try and stay quiet”.
The vehicles stopped in the driveway. Out stepped something tall and long-legged, it reminded him of a Terminator. The situation was being viewed by the man the whole time. He was prepared with a security room in the bunker, with multiple hidden cameras as large as a fingernail throughout the property.
The front door was sliced open and with the sound on in the bunker, he heard them step by step scan the home. Slowly taking clues and giving estimates as to when the family must have run or where they were hiding. He knew the technology was very advanced and had the capacity to pick up heat signatures. Chills went down his spine as he tried to remain calm. He studied and knew about how bad it could be really, it wasn’t until they were in his domain that reality began to skin in about him and his family’s possible fate.
Watching each of their movements throughout the rooms he knew that they were putting together clues and they knew the family were at home within the hour. The truth is, it came down to a matter of whether the advanced intelligence could find the trapdoor to the bunker. As they walked up the stairs the sounds of the legs walking on the wooden stairs creaked, listening through the speakers his arms were filled with goosebumps. Sweating profusely as they slowly walked toward the backdoor he began to pray.
Both of them were analyzing, taking in data, and attempting to find solutions. The man was lucky that there was no heat signature picked up. After sweeping the home, the incineration process began. Under their writs shot out gasoline onto the home and then off of their back was a rifled size flameother.
He began to shed a tear as it was set aflame. The home was built by himself, with his own carpenter, and construction background. It was his pride that was lost as he knew it was either the home or him and his family that would never see the light of day again. Shortly after they slowly walked to the vehicle and hovered off the property.
Only two hours after leaving the man found it safe to crawl out from the bunker to see the ruins left of his home. It was a sad sight to behold, he told his son when out in the crisp fresh air, it was mankind who made this, it was us who were our own worst enemy due to naivety.